I’m a liar. My name isn’t Michael. It’s Danny. My parents are Arthur and Annie Pope. They’re in trouble with the FBI for blowing up a napalm laboratory in 1971. There was a man who was almost killed - a janitor who wasn’t supposed to be there.
We put “Sam” on the birthday cakes - on all the birthday cakes because we change out names every time we move.
I’ve been doing this since I was two. I don’t know any other way. I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry. I wanted to explain why I can’t talk about a lot of things, like college. I can’t go to college, I can’t leave them. And I wanted to tell you, why I couldn’t be with you - not without you knowing, I didn’t want to lie to you.
Now, I have no right in telling this to you. It’s dangerous for you and it’s dangerous for them. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stop myself. You can do what you want to. You can tell your dad anything - I don’t care. I just needed you to know … I don’t know what I’m doing. And I love you.